DJ Kay Slay - 50 Shot Ya Lyrics
f/ 50 Cent[Kay Slay & 50 Cent talking]Yo, yo, yoWhat the ***** poppin' manThis the Drama King manYo who there, who dat, who there man?(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)Mutha*****a (What's up man)Uh, Harlem to Queens mutha*****as(Heh, What's up nigga)And I'll smack the *****in' shit out your favorite DJ manY'all know what the ***** it is man (Yeah, yeah)(And, and say somethin ya *****-ass nigga)Yeah, street justice mutha*****a(Yeah, go ahead, say something)Yo, yo, check it out fiftyYou handle the *****-ass rap niggasI'ma handle the *****-ass DJ niggas(Alright, alright)We gon' bring justice to the game(That's how we gon' put it down)Straight mutha*****as[50 Cent]That's the sound of the man, *****in' that thang - that thaaaangThat's the sound of the man, clappin' that thang - thaaangYo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot yaSee the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin', I got yaSay a prayer for me if you care for me cuz I'm on the edgeI'm finna put a shell in a nigga headI rock a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on itThe fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on itHomie that took the hit on me couldn't shoot thisSay I'm skinny now, but I look big in the coupe-deeMy cuzin Uzi out in L.A. done tripped and do the sets againGot shot the ***** up tryin' to rob the wrong MexicansI write my lifestyle, y'all niggas is cheatersYour lines come from feds, felons and don divaOh you the black hand of death, then why your name ain't preacherIf you a pimp like kid, why them hoes don't treat yaIf you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty let me teach yaThis flow's God sent, it's bound to reach ya[Hook]Problem child, I'm familiar with problemsI know how to solve emSemi-automatic, luger tray, revolve emShoot em up, rob emIn the hood we starvin, you don't want problemsProblem child[Bridge] [Singing]And why can't you be man enoughTo tell me where you're comin' from[50 Cent]They say you can never repay the price for takin' a man's lifeI'm in debt with Christ, I done did that twiceI'm nice, y'all niggas can't hang wit fifty+Blaaat+, y'all niggas can't bang wit fiftySay I'm born to rhyme, there's a shell and a nineFace stone and the cross, there's a ***** I tossedSee the wounds in my skin they from a war of courseYou can check C-N-N for the "War Report"See the drama got me ridin' with a sawed-off shottieCatch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the DucatiMan, niggas ain't gon' do me like Sammy did GottiI do it myself, I don't need no helpGive me a knife, I'll get rid of your neighborhood bullyGive me a minute, I'll take a *****in' car with a pullySee the hood is the deepest stole my innocence youngNiggas jumped me cuz they couldn't beat me one-on-one[Hook][Bridge][50 Cent]I must've broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for sevenCuz pops slid, mommy died before I turned elevenThis cities split 'posed to let black cats cross your pathThe footprints in the sand is Satan carryin' your assI got "God Understand Me" tattooed in my skinWhen I die, come back, I'ma tattoo it againI'm the young buck that let the gun buckRoll the window down and say: "'Sup up, niggas get ready to duck"My heart is a house homie, fear don't live hereNigga believe me when I say I don't careMuslims mix a lot, God studied they lessonsEven when my luck's hard I still count my blessingsSee that look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin'Spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weaponIf you ***** I'ma smell you when you come around hereThem boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier[Hook]
